Once Tex leaves my office, the tension in my fists loosens, but my cock hasn’t gotten the memo. The fucker is
painfully hard and hot. I can only hope my suit jacket hid the worst of it.
I open my desktop and find her company files. Dusty Rose. My Texan girl. I love this. Her name suits her. The
files are extensive. We’re thorough about our research. 4.0 grade point average at her local high school in Austin.
Graduated near the top of her class at UT. Employed by Stellar Investments immediately after graduation.
The name Stellar Investments rings a bell. I looked them up during my search and I do another quick search
now. They have branches in both Houston and Austin. They don’t list their junior employees on their website.
I would never have found her. Her body language was hard to read. She was obviously shocked. Flustered.
And conflicted.
Is she regretting taking the job? She didn’t give me her name in Hawaii for a reason. She lied to me about
where she was from. She left without saying goodbye. Maybe she never wanted to see me again and now her
dream job has turned into a nightmare because of me.
Fuck. This girl has literally haunted my dreams every night since she left me. We need to have a conversation.
I need to tell her about the insider trading bullshit myself so she has all the facts. Normally I wouldn’t care about
new employees overhearing rumors, but I want her to hear the truth from me directly. This feels important.
I also need to tell her that from the moment I woke up in an empty hotel bed and realized she was gone, I’ve
been obsessed with finding her.
I start typing an email.
to: drose@investedenterprises. com from: ceo@investedenterprises. com subject: tex
Dusty, You are required in my office as soon as you receive this. There have been some recent developments
in the company and I want to make sure you have all the facts before you begin your job.
Hayley will be expecting you and will show you in.
Cash Maddox CEO Invested Enterprises
I let the automatic signature remain in place, resisting the urge to sign off as Ace, only because the IT people
currently have fucking temporary free rein over all inter-office emails.
I consider changing the subject line but fuck it. Twenty minutes later—and yes, I’ve spent nineteen of them
pacing and waiting for the ping of my inbox because I’m completely losing my goddamn mind—I get a r eply.
to: ceo@investedenterprises. com from: drose@investedenterprises. com subject: tex
Mr. Maddox,
Thank you for your message. I’ve had a briefing from a few of my new colleagues, so it’ll be ace to talk it all
through. I’ll be able to get to your office by 11.
See you then, Dusty
It could almost be mistaken for a typo. Little minx. My cock throbs hotly.
The time now is 10:27. Only 33 minutes to go. Jesus, I’m in big fucking trouble.